Each of my sculptures encloses a secret thing—a latent action revealed through touch or an interior space. Often, the exact dimensions—and existence—of this hidden element can only be known imperfectly. Like James Tate, I believe that “some mysteries are better left unsolved. Others are dreary, distasteful, and can disarrange a shadow into a thing of unspeakable beauty.” My work imagines such an incandescent inner-world, one enfolded within and that also unfolds on to the real.